Happy birthday to us! Can you believe it’s already been a year of Brokelyn? In just 12 months, we stalked Martha Stewart, told you how to sell your [redacted] online, couch-surfed, Dumpster swam, Crockpot gourmeted, price checked, deal-scouted, taste-tested, happy houred, flirted with aluminum poisoning from cheap beer tastings and much, much more. We also brought you the Brokelyn Beer Book and some great t-shirts in the process. We’re just getting started, but all this means only one thing… PARTY TIME (excellent)!
So what did you get us? Oh, I see… well it’s ok, because we’re getting you something. Clear your calendars and start rolling your pennies, because we’re throwing a bash for the ages, featuring fancy shmancy dress, some free booze and, the piece de resistance, THE RAFFLE OF THE CENTURY.
It’s the First Annual Brokelyn Charity Ball, and it’s on June 10 at Williamsburg’s Night Owl (or is it Kingdom?) We’re not really sure—for now we’ll just call it King Owl. Or Nightdom. That’s not as important as this: you will very likely walk away from the party with a taste of the good life in Brooklyn. By entering THE RAFFLE OF THE CENTURY, you get a chance to win some of the finest goods and services Brooklyn has to offer, the kinds of things you told us you covet but can’t normally fit in your budget. Keep your eyes on Brokelyn as we start to roll out some of the super-awesome businesses that have already signed on to contribute their goods.
You’ll also help support Brokelyn, because—not sure whether you picked up on this—we’re kinda broke. Our writers, photographers and editors donate their time to keep this site going because we all believe in the need for, you know, actual journalism online.
What else is in store for the bash? Not one, but two DJs — DJ Small Change and Lani Love — because you love to dance. And an hour of free Icelandic vodka, in exchange for which (in true Brokelyn style, we hope) we’ll rock out to some Icelandic tunes for a little while at the party (!).
It’s going to be a ball for brokesters, a prom for the poor, a fete for the freeloading, and one helluva good time.